Mr. Song, you have crossed the line.

Rong Zheng stared in surprise, "Is this too much of a coincidence?"

Fearing that Rong Zheng might overthink things, Aunt Liu added, "Madam hasn't been eating well these past few days. I called the young master, and he was probably worried, so he came to check on her."

So when Song Shiyan left her house, the phone call he received from Aunt Liu was about Duan Yunshu not eating properly.

But... "Why is he so late?"

"The madam treats the young master as a fraudster pretending to be her son, so every time the young master comes to see the madam, he can't be discovered by her. He either has to watch from a distance or wait until the madam is asleep before he comes. Last time the young master came to see the madam, the madam discovered him and scratched the young master."

After finishing her sentence, Aunt Liu couldn't help but sigh, her eyes filled with heartache.

Rong Zheng recalled the last time Fang Zheng called her, saying that Song Shiyan was in a bad mood and had been scratched by his mother.

Not only could he only see his own mother secretly, but he was also treated like a liar by her. How heartbroken Song Shiyan must have been.

At that moment, Duan Yunshu's door opened, and Song Shiyan came out.

Rong Zheng looked up and her gaze met Song Shiyan's from afar.

"Dr. Rong, why don't you keep the young master company? I'll go take care of Madam." Aunt Liu immediately went into Duan Yunshu's room, leaving Rong Zheng and Song Shiyan alone.

Rong Zheng originally planned to tell Song Shiyan after Duan Yunshu's treatment showed some improvement, but she didn't expect to run into him like this.

She slightly raised her chin, pointed to the living room, and gestured for the two of them to go there to talk.

Song Shiyan nodded slightly.

The two sat down on the sofa in the living room.

"you……"

"you……"

The two spoke in unison.

Song Shiyan: "You go first."

Rong Zheng pursed her lips. "Are you alright?"

Song Shiyan could vaguely guess why Rong Zheng asked that question. He had just heard Aunt Liu tell her at the door that he could only secretly come to see Duan Yunshu. Was she concerned about him?

A faint smile played on his thin lips. "It's alright. Thank you for taking the time to treat my mother."

"You've helped me a lot, and I want to do everything I can to help you too. I may not be able to cure you, but I want to try."

"It's enough that you have the heart to do this. As for whether it can be cured..." Song Shiyan paused, his voice low and filled with a sense of relief, "Let nature take its course."

Having seen so many doctors and experienced so much hope and disappointment, he can now deal with this matter calmly.

The two chatted about Duan Yunshu's condition for quite a while.

Rong Zheng told Song Shiyan about her treatment plan.

Seeing Rong Zheng yawn and her eyes welling up with tears, clearly sleepy, Song Shiyan said, "Go to sleep."

Having said all that needed to be said, Rong Zheng nodded. "Then be careful on your way back."

"I'm not leaving tonight."

"what?"

"Didn't you say my mom might have nightmares tonight?"

It seems Aunt Liu has already told him everything. Actually, her presence here is enough, but Song Shiyan is Duan Yunshu's son, and he cares about his mother and wants to stay. She can't really say anything, but... "Where will you sleep?"

There are only three rooms here. Duan Yunshu slept in one, one was arranged for her, and the other must be Aunt Liu's room.

Song Shiyan: "Sleep on the sofa."

What if Aunt Duan finds you out tomorrow morning?

"I will leave before she wakes up."

Rong Zheng nodded. "Then you should get some rest."

"Um."

Rong Zheng entered the room and lay down on the bed.

I wonder if Song Shiyan has a quilt?

This is where his mother lives; he should be able to find something to cover himself with, right?

Just then, there was a knock on the door.

Rong Zheng immediately got up, opened the door, and saw Song Shiyan standing in the doorway carrying a first-aid kit. "Are you injured?"

Song Shiyan shook his head. "You haven't applied any medicine to your wounds, have you?"

Rong Zheng was surprised that he still remembered the injuries on her body. They were the scratches left when she struggled after those two men bullied her yesterday. They were still burning with pain when she took a shower.

"It's nothing, just a minor injury."

"That's not a minor injury; if you don't treat it, it can easily become infected," Song Shiyan said as he entered the room.

Rong Zheng followed awkwardly, saying, "Really, you don't need to."

Song Shiyan looked at her with a determined expression. "Sit down, I'll help you apply the medicine."

Rong Zheng's face flushed red instantly, and she stammered, "It's inconvenient... I injured... my shoulder blade and lower back."

Song Shiyan personally took her to the hospital, so he naturally knew where she was injured. "Shall I ask Aunt Liu to apply it for you?"

"No." Rong Zheng refused without even thinking. She subconsciously resisted what happened yesterday and didn't want anyone to know or see anything related to it.

So she didn't even tell Xu Ma about her injury.

Song Shiyan looked at Rong Zheng with a serious expression. "You can't apply medicine to the area you're injured in yourself. You won't let me do it, and you won't let anyone else do it either. Are you just going to leave it like this?"

Rong Zheng really wanted it to heal on its own. If it really got inflamed, she would buy some anti-inflammatory medicine or iodine solution and spray it on herself in front of the mirror. "It's not that serious."

Song Shiyan frowned slightly. "You don't trust me?"

"no."

"So what are you struggling with?"

Although the shoulder blades and lower back are not particularly private areas, and many people even expose these two areas when wearing clothes in the summer, she was currently wearing the clean pajamas that Aunt Liu had given her, belonging to Duan Yunshu.

It was a silk short-sleeved shirt and trousers that covered the shoulders and lower back.

Now, let her lift up her clothes in front of Song Shiyan...

The thought of that scene made her blush.

Rong Zheng lowered her eyes and said softly, "Men and women are different."

"Do you doctors even distinguish between men and women when it comes to patients?"

Rong Zheng: "..." That makes so much sense, she was speechless.

Song Shiyan walked to the sofa and sat down, opened the first-aid kit, took out iodine, and seeing that Rong Zheng was still standing there, said, "Come here."

His voice was soft, yet incredibly authoritative.

He was so open and honest; if she were to act coy, it would only make her seem like she had something to hide.

Rong Zheng had no choice but to walk over and sit down, turning her back to him, and consciously lifting her clothes to reveal a section of her slender waist.

Her waist skin looked like it had been sanded, with large areas of the epidermis abraded, bleeding, and the wound moist. Although it was an external injury, it looked quite shocking. There was a slight whitening around the wound, probably because it had gotten wet while showering and had a minor infection.

They said they wouldn't do anything about it; if they just let it go like this, it will definitely become a serious infection tomorrow.

Rong Zheng lifted her clothes and waited for a while, but there was no movement behind her. She couldn't help but turn around and saw Song Shiyan frowning as he looked at her waist, his thin lips pressed tightly together, looking serious as if he was angry.

She's already agreed to have the medication applied, so why is he still angry?

She asked softly, "What's wrong?"